King of the Deadites

Never gave a fuck about the cash that they all promised me
I cut his throat for fun just to make his children watch em bleed
Thinking that you special cause you fed into the industry
Well you can catch the pistol grip before they ship me overseas

International
Terrorist
With the wrist slit
I can only hope
They send me to the mother land
Screaming cheeki breeki
While I blow the head off a Ukrainian
I ain't pickin sides
I just like to watch the souls slide

Dead of night
Creepin like a fucking deadite
Pick a fight
Whipping out my mother fucking knife
Slice right
You can tell my father taught me right
Fuck this mic
And fuck your life
I'm just tryna stay alive



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Daniels
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